My father - Makumba - to be the king of the village
I live in Africa, come to Poland
To study in your beautiful country
Skinheads don't let me live here I learn your language hard
And get once in the teeth when you walk the streets
Polish racists - everyone will say that And nobody here like a black man
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
I want to run away, get ready for the road
But get to know a girl who has beautiful legs
I burn with feeling and burn madly
And so make Makumba fall in love with Helena
We get married quickly and have lots of children
Parents from Africa send gifts
I am constantly studying and teaching until morning
Hela is happy with our apartment
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
I work a lot and be able to do a lot Polish mother-in-law to worry about me
She constantly pray to God:
"God only, keep Macumba"
I graduate and make a career
We have a car and a bull terrier I live here a long time and don't know why
They do not want to accept me to KPN
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, wo le, le, le
Makumba, Makumba, wo le, le, le
Makumba, Makumba, wo le, le, le
Makumba, Makumba, wo le, le, le
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska